So for Mother's Day, instead of buying an expensive gift and flowers and a card and all that great grand wonderful stuff I decided to make breakfast for the family instead. I woke up at 7:30, got all of my stuff ready, and set out to try a new recipe that I'd seen in the Fargo Forum for "Chocolate Banana Strudel." Or maybe it's "Banana Chocolate Strudel." Does it even matter?

It was pretty good-- or at least that's what my mother and sister (the only people in my family currently at home today) said. I thought it was okay. Nothing orgasmic, though. Making it was a bitch. Filo (or fillo or phyllo or however else it's spelled) dough is the most godawful annoying thing to deal with in the world. I want to murder it all kinds of dead. 

n e waiz. Now I get to go to work for seven hours and hope that I don't wish a happy Mother's Day to someone who has never been able to conceive. That would be classy. And awkward.